Saturday, 26 August 2017

I do not consent to the deletion of this data

Everyone around me seems to fit,
they seem connected to something,
something I’m not.

It’s like I have no past.
Nothing I have is real.

This is where they took us from.
We used to sleep right here.
We had nothing except each other.
They took that from us.

Your name was: considered disposable.

We never needed your consent.
Yours or anyone’s

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